Psalm 58

1To the Overseer. — 'Destroy not.' — A secret treasure, by David. Is it true, O dumb one, righteously ye speak? Uprightly ye judge, O sons of men?

2Even in heart ye work iniquities, In the land the violence of your hands ye ponder.

3The wicked have been estranged from the womb, They have erred from the belly, speaking lies.

4Their poison is as poison of a serpent, As a deaf asp shutting its ear,

5Which hearkeneth not to the voice of whisperers, A charmer of charms most skilful.

6O God, break their teeth in their mouth, The jaw-teeth of young lions break down, O Jehovah.

7They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.

8As a snail that melteth he goeth on, As an untimely birth of a woman, They have not seen the sun.

9Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.

10The righteous rejoiceth that he hath seen vengeance, His steps he washeth in the blood of the wicked.

11And man saith: 'Surely fruit is for the righteous: Surely there is a God judging in the earth!'